All language subtitles for Hangman (2017) nederlands

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- 307 en route from Kreskie and Pine.
- D4, 17.

307 to 309. Male, white, elderly.

Black high-tops...

Whoa!

Fuck!

Dispatch, I got a hit and run.

Blue van. Pulling on Raylene and Kreskie.

Dispatching officer to intercept.

Lead him over to Washington.

All units divert to Washington.

All units divert to Washington.

Eastbound, now on Washington.

Crossing Jackson. All units
intercept at Magnolia.

That's good!

- Out of the van, now!
- Possible 10-79, bomb threat.

Dispatch, we need a bomb
squad here right away.

Sir, wait! There could be a bomb.

Fuck the bomb.

Son of a bitch just ruined my car.

You!

Step out of the van!

Hands where I can see them!

On the ground now!

Hi. Christi Davies.

Thank you for agreeing
to do this, Detective.

Well, the way the chief put it,

I didn't really have much of a choice.

Guess I drew the proverbial short straw.

So, what exactly are
you hoping to get here?

Well, with all the tension between

civilians and police officers lately,

my goal is to get some honest insight

into what it's really
like to be a police officer

in the heart of America.

I'm not here to choose a side,
just be true to my subject.

And I figured my hometown
was as good a place as any...

All right, listen. Look.

I'm sure that shit reads
great on the page. Okay?

But if you want me to be open with you,
you just got to give it to me straight.

I have my reasons, Detective.

How'd you get your scar?

Being a New York Times
investigative journalist

isn't always just awards and accolades.

Sometimes finding out the truth...

leaves scars.

Do you mind if I film you for
this portion of the interview?

Sure.

Do you like your job, Detective Ruiney?

Well, it's all right. I guess.

I think I used to like it more.

You like yours?

Yeah. I do.

Place has changed a lot since I left.

Yeah, a lot's changed.

The place used to be all farms.
Now it's condos, development.

That's America.

All units, 10-54,
Bancroft Elementary.

You first on the scene?

Yeah, no one's come in or out.

- Stay here.
- Can I...

Sir, backup is on its way.

Police! Show me your hands!

Are those mannequins?

What the hell are you
doing? I almost shot you.

The officer you left me
with went around the back.

So...

I told you to stay put.

Listen, your captain signed off on this

and I didn't sign up for
this to sit on the sidelines.

So... I'm sorry, but I'm coming in.

Fine.

Game of Hangman.

Two dummies playing the game.

925 is your badge number.

I'm good with numbers.

I remember yours.

Who's the other number?

Hmm...

Yeah.

- Hey.
- Hey.

You know, most people go
fishing in retirement, Archer.

Do they?

People don't go fishing when they retire.

No. What they do is

they hang around waiting for their...

pension checks to kick in,

and then wonder, "Whatever
happened to my life?"

- Still doing crosswords, huh?
- Why not?

You're doing them in Latin?

Well, yeah. I'm an altar boy.

Way back. That's where I learned my Latin.

Once an altar boy,
always an altar boy, huh?

Oh, that was funny.

Never thought of it that way.

How have you been?

- Good.
- You look prosperous.

Yeah, you too, man.

You're looking good.

- Well...
- You working out?

Am I working out?

So this is it, huh?

Thirty-six years working Homicide,

and you end up outside a dive
bar doing crossword puzzles.

That upsets you in some way?

- Doesn't upset me.
- I'm very happy with it.

You know, I like to watch the world.

Because, uh, I never sleep.

Yeah.

Yeah, me neither.

Yeah?

You want to talk some
more about this nonsense

or you want to tell me what's on your mind?

There's a body over at Wayward Elementary.

Female. Late 20's.

Hanged with an "O" cut into her.

Almost perfect circle.

He took his time doing it.

Displaying her. For us.

For us?

Both our badge numbers were
etched onto a desk at the scene.

- Serious?
- You tell me.

Autopsy's this morning.

Why don't you come on down,

take a peek at the vic, crime scene photos.

See if you can figure out

why this perp is calling us out.

Does it remind you of anything?

I don't think so. At least it...

- Doesn't look familiar?
- There's a different MO.

Hey. Donut shop's open.

- I'm buying.
- Free donuts.

You got 'em last time.

That's the highlight of my day.

Well, you know,

it took a bit of getting used to.

I mean, local PD is
nothing like the FBI.

Some of my, uh, former colleagues

thought I was crazy
to move back here.

A demotion in their eyes.

But, you know, for
me it's all the same.

Still, uh, catching bad guys.

What brought you back?

Personal reasons.

Look, let's just keep
this about the job, okay?

I'm just trying to get a
better sense of who you are.

Audiences really connect with
personal stories of their subjects.

Yeah, I'm sure they do.

- There's no information.
- Oh, am I bothering you?

I'm sorry, sir.
There's no information.

Well, you just let me know when finding out

what happened to my wife
is a priority, asshole.

Miss Davies.

I trust that my detective

is giving you everything you need.

Oh, yeah. We're, uh, tethered at the hip.

Miss Davies, I just want to remind you

that the body that you saw was a person.

With a family, friends, a life.

So I trust that you'll
treat anything that you saw

with absolute sensitivity.

Definitely.

And you know, the mayor may have signed off

on this all access pet
project, but I didn't.

If you print anything

that compromises the work of
my detectives in this case,

you will find yourself
standing in a court of law.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes.

"Yes, Captain."

Yes, Captain.

Can you excuse us, please?

Thank you.

Let me talk to you about Archer.

Dr. Parker, please report to
pathology, room number one.

- Hello. Anybody home?
- Dr. Parker.

Uh, you know, most people go fishing.

Oh, you know, Ruiney tried
that joke on me earlier.

- Ah, damn it.
- Didn't work then. Hi.

- So good to see you.
- It's just like old times.

I missed your hugs.

- So...
- Oh.

- Whoa.
- Sorry.

Yeah, get that press pass out of my face.

Last time we had paparazzi on
a case, evidence went missing.

Sir, I've been nominated for a Pulitzer.

- Archer.
- Yeah.

You recognize her?

No, I don't.

Kerry Cooper, 24.

Foreign language teacher. No record.

Parents filed a Missing
Persons three days ago.

Right...

So, Abby, what do you got to say?

Oh, well, cause of death
is definitely asphyxiation,

which isn't at all, you know, surprising.

Time of death?

Well, the body was still
warm when it got to us.

I'd say sometime between
10:30 and midnight.

And I can tell you she was actually
still alive when this happened.

You see the uneven strokes?

She struggled.

Any idea what was used?

A large knife. A box cutter maybe?

I can't be sure until I have
something to compare it to.

Oh, also, it looks like

the killer redressed her after the fact.

Meticulous. Purposeful.

Oh, and also, uh,

you know, she has seen her
fair share of the inside of ER.

She's had everything from a broken
pelvis to several broken ribs.

They've healed, but
they're all fairly recent.

What are you thinking? Like,
what, domestic violence?

Uh... perhaps.

What about these, uh, contusions here?

Oh, uh, severe blows to the head.

I mean, I can only presume that
was to knock Miss Cooper out.

Okay. Thanks, Abby.

Yeah, sure.

Looks like she was quite the smoker.

Nasty habit.

So what is it you guys
are looking for exactly?

Well... I'm not quite sure.

We're just looking.

Oh, look at this.

Look what I found.

Joey Truman.

Her parents said

she went out on a date with Joey.

- Joey...
- Archer.

Hey, Ruiney. Let's get an
address on this guy Joey.

I think I'm gonna be sick.

Joey.

You think that's our guy?

Oh, I don't know.

You know, parents didn't give me much.

They said they knew him,
but they never met him.

Oh, hello.

Let's get Forensics in here.

- Then why the badge numbers?
- I don't know why,

but it's big enough to
get me out of retirement.

Help you with something?

Yeah, you can.

I'm looking for a fella named Joey Truman.

Would he be around somewhere?

What do you want with Joey?

I don't want anything,
just want to talk to him.

Huh. Yeah, yeah, he's inside.

Knock yourself out.

- Oh, okay. Thank you.
- Wait here.

Hey, Joey! The cops are here!

Police! Don't move!

Don't move!

Stay down!

I didn't do anything.

Shut up! Stay down!

Detectives!

Detectives!

- You all right?
- Yeah.

- I'm sorry.
- Joey, what's wrong?

- Joey.
- I'll explain later. I'll explain later.

Hey, I didn't do anything!
I didn't do anything!

- Hey!
- Whoa, whoa!

Help me out, guys! Help me out!

Okay, honey. Honey!

- Honey, hold it, hold it...
- All right!

Still prefer retirement, Archer?

I never preferred retirement.

Well...

it looks like the abuse

wasn't the only thing

Kerry kept from her parents.

She doesn't look worried.

Yeah, she didn't even ask
why she was being brought in.

Better let me do the questioning,

otherwise her attorney
will have a field day.

Your show, buddy. Your show.

Look, I'm sorry I ran. Okay?

I was scared.

You didn't look scared.

Right, you didn't look scared.

Look, I've been doing so good.

Okay? I just been clean
for a couple months,

and I just slipped up.

"Slipped up"? That's a bit of an
understatement, don't you think?

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about your girlfriend,

Miss Kerry Cooper.

No, no. She liked it rough sometimes.

Okay? And you have it
backwards. She was the aggressor.

You don't think I have my own
bumps and bruises from her?

It went both ways.

Well, that's comforting to hear.

Look, I don't expect you to understand.

I don't.

I never met anybody like her.

And she didn't treat me
like I was some screw-up.

- Yeah.
- So I was scared I was gonna lose her.

I freaked out, okay? We got into a fight...

Did it get physical?

Yeah, yeah, but it wasn't like that. Okay?

And I apologized like crazy.

And we're working things out.

When was the last time you saw her?

Last week.

Dropped her off at the school.

She said she would call,

but... she just needed some time.

Look, call her.

You'll see. I didn't
hurt her again. I swear.

So...

should we ask her now?

I think it's too late.

This is not Kerry.

That's not... That's not her.

- It's what we're dealing with here.
- That's not...

- No, no, no.
- That's not Kerry.

What's the matter with you?

I need to see her.

Right now! I need to see her right now!

Is she dead?

Yes, she's dead.

No. She's not dead.

Please don't tell me that.
Please don't tell me that.

That's not Kerry. That's not her!

I need to see her right now!

Let me see her!

- That can't happen.
- Please.

Please don't tell me that she's...

Archer.

Please tell me...

Let's just, uh,

take a little break here.

That's not her.

You want a drink?

How 'bout I get you a water or a soda?

I'll get you a soda.

So...

You still think she did it?

Well, she just admitted to playing rough.

But does that make her a murderer?

I don't know. Who knows?

You know, sometimes they
start playing and then

it escalates.

I've seen it.

No, this doesn't track.

Habitual domestic violence
is impulsive in nature.

Our perp is calculated, methodical.

She's not our guy.

Oh, my God. Detectives!

Oh, my God!

Fuck!

What the hell were you two thinking
leaving a soda can in the room?

Especially with Lois
Lane outside your door.

Have you ever heard of a paper cup?

Because we have 150 of
them in the break room.

Yeah, look. I'm sorry. I screwed up.

Yeah, you're damn right you screwed up.

Look, Ruiney. I know what you're
still going through, all right?

But you have got to get
your head in the case.

In this case.

Or you're gonna have to
take some more time off.

No, I got this. It's good. I got it.

So do you have any idea,
Captain, how the girl's doing?

The doctor said she was touch and
go for a while, but she's stable now.

That's good.

She was also able to give
an alibi, which checks out.

And Ray, you're here as a courtesy.

You're not a cop anymore. So don't push it.

Okay, Captain.

Both of you, get the hell out of
my office before I change my mind.

So, Forensics found traces of human blood

mixed with animal blood in Kerry's bedroom.

Got a DNA hit on it, and comes up...

a felon named David Green.

This is the right place?

I don't know, honey. Your
guess is as good as mine.

I looked in the PO file
and this was the address.

This place has become quite popular

with ex-cons over the past year.

Ex-cons finding Jesus.

- I like that.
- Hallelujah.

Did you hear that?

Yeah.

Where's it coming from?

Yeah, this way.

Oh, God. I can't believe
I'm back in the church again.

Archer!

- You okay?
- Oh, you okay?

Yeah. What happened?

You stop right there!

Don't you move! Christi, how's Archer?

- Don't move, don't move, don't move.
- Christi?

- I don't know, maybe he...
- No, it's my back, my back.

- Your back? Ruiney!
- I think I may have... just, just my back.

- Come here.
- Dispatch, we got an officer down at Sacred Heart Mausoleum.

- Suspect on foot. Over.
- What do we got here?

What is that?

I... I don't know.

So, you see anything?

I didn't get a good look
at him. It was too dark.

What about you, Ruiney?

No, I was too busy saving your ass.

Thank you.

Well...

it does confirm it, doesn't it?

What?

Monroe's got a serial killer.

Yeah.

- Excuse me, sir?
- Yeah?

The victim was Gene Wilson.

Recent parolee who did a
three-year stint for armed robbery.

Okay, get a BOLO out on David Green.

- No need to, Detect...
- Hmm?

Sorry, old habits. He just got here.

- He's here?
- He's over there.

Uh, David Green? That's you?

- Yes, that's, uh...
- You're David Green?

Yeah, I'm David Green.

Well, that's good.

"God... who gives joy".

So Reverend, how does a convicted felon

become a reverend?

God forgives.

The church? Not so much.

I had to jump through a lot of hoops

in order to do the Lord's work.

Um, even now, I'm only
allowed to work with ex-cons

trying to start over.

Well, Reverend, we got a problem here.

Actually, we got two problems.

Two? I don't... I don't follow.

You see, Reverend, there's a dead guy

swinging in your church.

You knew him, right? Gene Wilson?

Yeah, he was the janitor.

What was he doing here so late?

He cleans whenever he can.

He... he was just released and
was looking for a fresh start.

What are you thinking?

Uh...

Reverend, we're gonna
need you to write down

exactly your whereabouts
the last three days.

Okay. Yeah, that's not a problem.

Um, I was in Springfield,

uh, giving a guest sermon

at the Unitarian Universal Church.

Um, I just got back tonight...

Okay. Okay.

How about Miss Kerry Cooper?

How did you know her?

Cooper, I don't... I
don't... I don't believe I do.

- You don't know her?
- No.

Well, you're gonna have
to do some explaining then

because your blood

was in her apartment.

My blood in her... I
don't... I don't have...

Y-Y-You're not
gonna believe this.

Frankly, I... I... I still
don't understand it myself.

But, um, a couple of months ago,

I woke up in the middle of the night

with someone standing over me.

A man.

And he... I struggled,

but he put something over... over my face.

And eventually, I passed out.

When I woke up...

...there was... there was blood coming out of
my arm. I mean, it was dripping down my arm.

Like I'd gotten a shot or something. So...

Okay, so you're telling us that a guy

broke into your house and stole your blood?

That's the story you're telling?

That's... I told you...

I told you you wouldn't believe me.

Well, I've heard some stories.

But you know, this rings a bell to me.

Yeah, it's kind of a
coincidence when you think of it.

Last Thursday... I
don't know if I told you.

I woke up in
the middle of the night.

And for some reason,

I had a pink tutu on.

And a serious fuzzy feather
sticking out of my ass.

You know, you're right.

I don't believe you.

These days, you know, he can't bring
himself to look inside that file.

But he's unable to let it go.

That's why he keeps it so close.

Archer, there's something that
I think you need to look at.

You want me to look at that?

Please.

You and I both know you're not
supposed to be anywhere near here.

This is important to this case.

Please.

At first, it just looks
like random slash marks.

Oh, shit!

I don't know. I think...

Het spijt me heel erg.

Ik heb het gemist.

Ik heb het gemist.

Er gebeurde zo veel in de
tijd, weet je, het was ...

Het was alles...

Je had toen geen manier om het te weten.

Weet je, ik heb ze aan elkaar voorgesteld.

Ze vroeg me haar door het gangpad te lopen ...

... om haar weg te geven.

Ik zie niet hoe

Ik had het kunnen missen.

Je wist niet eens wat jij
toen op zoek waren.

Je was er te dicht bij.

Oke.

Goed gedaan, Christi.

Er zijn minstens een dozijn getuigen

die hem kan plaatsen
die kerk in Springfield.

En ik heb de
verslag van drie maanden geleden.

Blijkt Reverend Green
is de waarheid vertellen.

Lab vond sporen van
chloroform in zijn bloed.

Er zijn geen items als vermist opgegeven

Het enige wat ontbrak was zijn DNA.

Dit slaat nergens op.

Nee, kapitein, dat doet het.

Hij wilde dat we naar die kerk gingen.

Deze man is absoluut een psychopaat.

Maar ik zou hem classificeren
als een georganiseerde moordenaar.

Er is niets willekeurig of spontaan,
uitzinnig over deze aanvallen.

Ze zijn gepland. Hij verlaat een
gecontroleerde scène voor ons om te vinden.

Ik denk dat we ernaar op zoek zijn
een blanke man, 25-tegen-35.

Extreem hoog IQ.

En hoe zit het met dit ...
deze varkenskop business?

Varkens. Cops. Misschien is hij dat wel
gewoon jagende jongens.

Oké, deze informatie gaat niet weg
deze kamer. Begrijp jij mij?

- Natuurlijk.
- Als de media dit te pakken krijgen,

ze zullen dit veranderen
in een waanzin in seconden.

En als ik het op mijn manier had,
je zou nu naar huis gaan.

Dus met het alibi van Reverend Green
uitchecken, wat betekent dat dan?

Ik bedoel, betekent dit
zijn we terug bij af?

We staan niet eens op de eerste.

Zie je, het draait allemaal om het galgje.

Tot nu toe hebben we twee moorden.

Maar ... we hebben drie letters.

Wat betekent...

we hebben het eerste slachtoffer nog niet eens gevonden.

En, te oordelen naar het speelbord ...

Hij gaat nog zeven mensen vermoorden.

Hetzelfde patroon als het vorige slachtoffer.

Petechiale bloedingen in de ogen,

kijk, de ligatuurmarkeringen rond de nek.

Cause of death was asphyxiation again.

Our perp's been leaving
us clues to the next vic.

So far, we haven't got much to go on.

Have you noticed anything
out of the ordinary?

- No, nothing.
- Time of death?

Uh, sometime between ten
and midnight last night.

It was eleven p.m. sharp.

Well, it's a little
difficult to be that precise.

Well, his Rolex broke.
Right there. Eleven p.m.

But clearly last night,
that watch didn't fit him.

I don't know too much about Rolexes,

except I do know janitors aren't
running around wearing them.

That's not his watch.

- Yeah. You want to dust this for prints?
- Sure.

No, he's too smart for that.

Tell me. Eleven p.m.,

that'd fit into the time frame
for all the victims, right?

Yeah. That would be correct, Detective.

- What?
- Twenty-four hours.

Hangman is gonna kill someone
at eleven p.m. every 24 hours.

So that gives us two and a half
hours before the next victim falls.

Come on, guys. What are we missing?
There's got to be something.

Oh, wait. Uh, the ligature marks,

they weren't like the previous victim.

- Why?
- Well, okay,

see, they were made of the pigskin.

- Pigskin?
- Yeah.

I think I can help here.

The FDA stamps serial
numbers on all their meat,

so in case of contamination,
they can trace it.

That's it.

Let's get the captain to wake up the FDA.

Good stuff, Abby.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

I just need to talk to you
about something after this.

Go that way. Stay here.

Well, this is fun.

Guys?

Archer!

Did you guys do that?!

Guys!

Guys!

Holy...!

Christi!

- I saw... I saw him! I saw him, I saw him!
- You all right?

I think I saw him.

Yeah, because I did lock it up at night.

We got rigor mortis already?

Uh, no. He's actually frozen stiff.

Identifying our vic is gonna take time.

I'll have to warm up the
body before doing the autopsy.

That could take up to a week.

Wait. We don't got a week.

I know.

We're lucky we even have 24 hours.

Eh, Will?

Hey, how come the meat isn't frozen?

How cold is it in here?

There's a thermostat over there.

It's, uh, 37 degrees.

Oh, well none of that
meat's frozen in there.

So how come our guy's frozen stiff?

Well, he's not a-a slab of meat.

And he has more water density.

So, any prolonged
exposure, even at that temp,

would cause him to decompose.

Well, hasn't been here long, has he?

How long has he been here?
This place been open all day.

You know, you would think someone

might have seen a stiff,
dead guy hanging in here.

- Don't you think?
- I agree, yes.

Now, if his body was wet,

would that make him freeze faster?

Yes, of course it would.

Archer, what are you thinking?

Well, I'm thinking...

when I want my beer to chill faster,

I wrap it in a wet paper towel.

He was already wet before
he was brought in here.

There you go.

I think this boy wants
us to sweep the river.

Archer, I think you should tell him.

Yeah. You know how many
hundreds of families

I had to tell these grotesque stories

of how their loved ones died.

But it was nothing like this.

Okay, so, uh, can you give me a minute?

Yeah, of course.

- Yeah.
- Here's the photo.

This is taking too long.

Eight hours, 46 minutes left.

Bullshit game.

I know that look, Archer.
Just say what you got to say.

I need to... I need to show you something.

- What?
- From Jess's file.

Jess's file?

It's a photo.

A photo from Jess's file?

Archer, what the hell are you doing?

Well...

look, we both know she put up a fight.

We missed it.

Missed what?

Here.

There's a letter "V" carved in her chest.

This was his first victim.

- No, Arch, no. This is...
- What?

This is a completely different MO, Archer.

She wasn't hung.

We didn't know the MO
at the time we found her.

Archer, it's a different
MO. She wasn't hung.

She wasn't hung because...

he was interrupted from his ritual.

He didn't get a chance to
hang her, you understand?

Why don't you walk me through what happened

right before you went through the door.

Go ahead.

Jess called me up...

and told me to come home.

Said we should try and work things out.

So, I got home, I parked
my car in the driveway...

went down the back,

picked some... tulips to give her.

You know, just like I used to.

That would've given him a
chance to know someone was there,

and that would've stopped him.

Or he was still in the house
while she was in my arms.

Guys, get me somebody to...

Move!

Whoa! Whoa!

Eric Anderson.

Easy, Ruiney, easy.

No time, Archer.

Where's that sound...

...coming from?

Basement.

Oh, man.

Look at this.

This is Cooper's school.

This is a replica of Monroe.

I think I know now

where we're gonna find our next victim.

This is the Fostoria Line. Let's go.

NS/Fostoria Line at Columbia and Harrison.

This is an emergency. Shut that line down.

He may still be alive, because
we beat this psycho's timeline.

- Ruiney!
- Yes, I see it.

There he is.

Ruiney. Ruiney, there's nothing you can do!

Ruiney! The train!

He's still alive!

- We need to get up there to help him!
- It's a steel cable!

Come on!

- Get him!
- Come on, get it off your neck!

Get it off your neck! Come on!

Gotta get off the track!

I'm not leaving him!

- Train's coming! Come on!
- I'm not leaving him!

Archer!

Freeze now! Freeze!

- Freeze!
- Come on, you guys! We got to go!

Just get it off! Get it off!

- We got to go!
- I'm not leaving him!

Ruiney! We got to get off that track now!

- Christi!
- Christi?

Guys! Are you okay?

Holy shit!

Holy shit. Oh, my God.

What the hell were you doing?

I could've saved him.

He was dead before the train hit him.

That is bullshit!

You're the only one who
could've been saved here.

That was not your call to make.
It was not your call to make!

It was my call. You know,
I'll tell you what my call is.

My call is... that you're chasing a ghost.

You're chasing a ghost, buddy.

And that will get you
killed. That's for sure.

Is that what you want?

Look, I don't give a fuck.

That's right, don't give a fuck.

Don't give a fuck about what? Your life?

You don't care if you die, do you?

Let's all die. Come on. That's easy.

Then we don't have to
worry about Jessica anymore.

Or the Hangman.

Let's all die.

I should've never told
you. That was a mistake.

- What?
- You are cracking.

- I'm cracking?
- Yes, you are.

- I'm cracking?!
- That's right!

- You're the one who left, okay?!
- Oh...

- You left!
- I left.

I stayed on the force! You left!

You're rewriting history!

I retired. I didn't quit!

You guys, knock it off!

You begged me to get back! I came back!

And I've been with you ever since.

And I'm glad. I am.

I have no regrets here.

I have no regrets about being back.

Listen, Will.

Listen to me.

I know how much it means
to you to catch this guy.

I know that.

And, I feel like that myself.

You understand?

I loved Jessica...

alsof ze mijn kind was.

Dat weet je.

Sorry man. IK...

We gaan deze vent vinden.
Je begrijpt wat ik zeg?

Ik heb het verpest, man. Ik heb het verpest. Het spijt me.

We zullen hem vinden. Ik beloof je dat.

Wat hebben we hier?

Op dit moment zijn we bezig met je standaard
programmeren voor dit noodverslag.

Er wordt ons verteld dat er een serie is
moordenaar los in Monroe.

Een van de meesten
schokkende seriemoordenaars.

Bewoners leven in angst

als een gruwelijke
ontdekking is gedaan.

De politie vindt het
slachtoffers opgehangen aan een strop ...

Er is een seriemoordenaar los
in Monroe. Volledig verhaal om elf uur.

... gesneden in de lichamen. Het publiek
is de moordenaar de Beul nasynchroniseren.

Laten we die shit uitschakelen.

Oke. Wat hebben we?

Nou, Forensics zijn dat wel
nog steeds de sporen aan het schrapen.

Je weet dat ze niet veel verzinnen.

De labrapporten kwamen binnen.

Er zit niets op het shirt.

Bloed? DNA?

Slachtoffer.

Wel, er moet iets zijn.
Let's run some more tests.

There's nothing. There's no fibers,

there's no animal hair... there's nothing.

Where you going?

We have less than 30 minutes! Okay?

Nobody goes home tonight! Keep working!

Find something!

I take it you didn't get any rest?

No. You?

I don't rest. Ever.

This damn game.

Every scene has a lead to the next
vic. But this one, I just can't see it.

Well, I think he's just
messing with us, Ruiney.

We outsmarted him at the track.

You outsmarted him. Got
ahead of the timeline.

Tide would have revealed that car
when it was too late to stop him.

He doesn't want us to save anyone.
He wants the game to continue.

Well, we got pretty close.

We almost saved that guy... let's face it.

Tell that to his family.

Do you guys think it means anything,

all the other victims were
left hanging for us to see.

But this victim got taken out by the train.

The Hangman wanted us to see him get hit.

Train.

Wait a minute. How did he know?

Know what?

How did he know that Eric Anderson

had a model train set in his basement?

I mean, there's gotta be a connection.

Detective Ruiney? Forensics finally
found a finger on the tracks.

They got a hit off the prints.

Forty-six years old, Nathan Shine.

- Nathan Shine?
- Nathan Shine.

Hold it. Hold it. Did the captain
come in today?! Is the captain here?!

No, sir. She's not here today.

Who the hell's Nathan Shine?

Nathan Shine is the drunk

that run her off the road, crippling her.

He's got her!

He's got the captain! Let's go!

How long for SWAT?

Five away. Keep this perimeter locked down.

No one in or out. Christi, stay here.

Ruiney, she's still alive.

Archer, stop! Stop!

Trip wires. Son of a bitch
has got the place rigged.

Dispatch. Ruiney. Probable 10-89. Over.

- Grab her here.
- I got her. I got her.

Oh!

- Get it off!
- Let's get this thing off her.

Get if off!

Breathe. Just breathe. That's it.

- Here, breathe.
- Okay, let's get her down.

He never finished carving
the letter. He's still here.

Suspect's still on site.

Send in backup.

Be advised, there are trip wires.

You in the bathroom,

move out slowly with your
hands where I can see 'em.

Archer, I got a deceased male!

All clear.

Archer! He's a cop!

There! There! There!

- Wait! Stop! Hold on!
- Wait! Hold on there!

Son of a bitch.

Dispatch, we need an EMT...

Dispatch, we're in pursuit
of a blue Honda motorcycle

heading east on Jefferson.
All units respond.

Suspect on a motorcycle.

Ruiney in pursuit,
eastbound on Jefferson.

Partner, what the hell ya doin'?

What are you doing, Ruiney?! Come on!

Ruiney! Stop! Ruiney! Stop!

- What are you doing!
- Ruiney, stop!

- Hey.
- Hey.

How ya holdin' up?

Slight concussion, but no big deal.

How are you?

You know, I feel like
I've been hit by a truck.

Thank you.

Christi, listen, uh...

I've been thinking.

Maybe you should walk away.

Ya know? This is getting dangerous.

I just feel like we were lucky, you know?

One scar's enough already.

Hey, babes, we gotta move.

So what are we gonna do with the captain?

I mean, I think she should be questioned.

She's the only one who saw the Hangman.

Already did. She didn't get a look.

She was jumped from behind.

What a fight she put up, huh?

In a wheelchair.

Yeah, wheelchair, no
wheelchair, that's one tough cop.

Got nothing from the
motorcycle. Stolen. No prints.

Figures with this guy.

How you doing, Christi?

You okay?

I was doing this piece on drug cartels,

and it was in the middle of nowhere, and...

I was going to my car late at night.

And...

I just felt like something
bad was gonna happen.

There was this guy,

and he just came up, um, behind me

and he knocked me down and...

he just started beating me.

He had a knife to my neck.

I didn't know if I was gonna live or not.

The detective who was
assigned to the case...

Detective Michaels,

he vowed to find the
guy who did this to me.

I don't know why.

I don't know why he cared so much.

But he did. He found him. He found the guy.

And the guy shot him.

Detective Michaels had a wife...

...and a little girl.

People don't understand

why you guys do what you do.

They don't understand how much you give up

and how much you sacrifice.

So, this story,

it's not about me, it's about...

It's about him. It's about you.

It's about you guys.

So I'm not... I'm not giving up.

I guess you guys are stuck with me.

Okay.

He's killed four people in four days,

one every 24 hours.

He doesn't stop. That's part of the game.

He kills Jessica and
he stops... for a year.

You want to put a new
team on Jessica's murder?

Archer, we had four homicides in four days.

We don't have the resources
to put a team on a homicide

- that happened a year ago.
- Please, it not about resources, man.

Something happened. It's very obvious.

- Look, I agree with you.
- There's a gap...

- I know, there's a gap.
- ...between murders. So let's just talk about it.

- What does it mean?
- Okay, look.

There are only three reasons
why a serial killer stops.

One, they die. That hasn't happened.

Two, we catch them. That hasn't happened.

Or three,

they're in prison on an unrelated charge.

Well, sounds possible.

In jail for some unrelated charge.

So, why don't we get one of the techies

to look at everybody who was put in prison

from the time that Jess was murdered

to the time Reverend
Green's blood was taken?

Nine-month period.

That's gonna yield
hundreds, maybe thousands.

Yeah, that's the problem.
We don't have the time.

So we need to figure out
a way to refine the search.

But, I think that this
is personal to you guys.

He put your badge numbers
on that desk for a reason.

She's right. He called us out.

So, let's refine the search to us.

Everyone you arrested this past year,

and everyone I arrested.

Detectives?

That son of a bitch killed Joey,

as a payback to us for saving the captain.

He's that kinda guy.

Please, tell me you got something.

I searched the records and used the
filters for the date range you gave me.

- Yeah, and?
- 26 arrests in your time parameters.

Five released in time to be your guy.

- Put it up.
- That's all right.

So...

who might that be fits the profile?

- Adam Kellerman.
- Adam Kellerman.

Pull up Adam Kellerman.

Yeah, here we go. Kellerman,
Adam. Assault with a deadly weapon.

Look at his address. And home.

Toys N More.

Eric Anderson. Eric Anderson's
basement was full of toys.

Give us those shots
from, uh, from Anderson.

This familiar?

Train set.

Son of a bitch sold it to him, I'll bet.

Let's go.

Clear!

It's clear, Detective!

Holy shit!

Get Westlin down here.

Get the prints off the wall.

Run 'em against Kellerman.

This is Ruiney.

Let's get Forensics up here.
We have a deceased male.

No powder residue on his face.

And residue on his hands.

Oh. Got his paint bucket there.

Oh, look what we found.

Will? Will?

I think we got the son of a bitch.

You know, maybe it's
not the way we wanted it,

but it's better than him...

...winding up in some prison
playing cards every night

to his heart's content.

So it's over?

Over?

Yes, it could be.

I think maybe

I should check down at the station house

and go over Kellerman's background.

You know, Christi, why don't
you go on back home, honey?

I think, uh, it's been a long day.

I'll get an officer here to take you back.

Call me if you guys find anything.

Yeah, sure.

Officer, make sure she gets
back to her place safely.

This guy went to extreme
lengths to get our attention.

Made sure we followed every
lead, found every victim.

So why off yourself before
the game is finished?

I mean, we don't even
know what the word is.

Guys like this,

like Bundy, Gacy, Ramirez,

they don't just stop, Archer.

So what are you saying to me?

You want this thing to
make some kind of sense?

Tie it up in some way?

That's not the world, you know.

You're still young enough to believe it is,

but things like sense and logic,

well, they, uh...

they quit having any effect.

I could never look at things from
your perspective. I never will.

I'm not asking you to.

Maybe you're not ready to
let this whole thing go.

Because that would mean, in a way,

that you're giving up on Jessica.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

Maybe I'm not.

But I need to be sure, Archer.

I need to be sure.

That's an impossible wish, but go for it.

Let's go see Christi.

Listen to her recordings.
Maybe she's got something.

Sure, why not?

Spirit of sense and logic. I will go.

Did you guys do that?!

Guys?!

Holy sh...!

Christi?!

Yeah!

One scar's not enough for you.

Guys!

Ahh!

No, she's still not answering.

Christi!

Christi!

Come on. Shit.

Goddamn it.

I'm gonna run a trace on her phone.

Yeah. Oh...

Hold it, hold it. Won't do any good.

Son of a bitch.

Goddamn it, I told her to walk away.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, my God.

I know who the killer is. Call dispatch.

Have them run a check on the
guy that sideswiped me last year.

I wouldn't move around
too much if I were you.

You know something?

We have a lot more in
common than you realize.

Scars... tell stories.

Hmm... So, I think,

seeing as you've had to
focus on me this whole time,

that it's only fair that
I turn the camera on you.

So come on, Christi.

Let's have a little smile.
Our viewers are waiting.

They're gonna track that feed,
and they're gonna come for me.

Can you hear them? Can
you hear them coming?

Can you?

Never came for me.

You think I didn't think of that?

You see, the thing is...

we have plenty of time
before the cops show up.

But, um, unfortunately,

- you don't.
- He was part of the foster system.

- Next of kin?
- Next of kin, next of kin.

Veronica Townsend was
zijn laatste pleegouder.

Uh Huh. Hoe zit het met geboorte ouders?

Geboorteouders, eh ...
Dorothy Stewart, OD'd '97.

Uh, George Stewart, '98 zelfmoord.

Oh! George Stewart ...

hing zichzelf op.

Hung zelf.

Ik denk dat ik weet waar hij is
Neem haar en waarom.

Wat is de datum van de dood van zijn vader?

Wacht even. 9 oktober 1998.

Hij viert het jubileum
van de dood van zijn vader.

Dat is twintig jaar geleden!

Holy shit.

Archer, waar gaan we heen?

Godverdomme! Verdomme shit!

Hij hing zichzelf op voor zijn kind.

Hij deed het bij een van hen varkenskwekerijen uit 28.

Varkenskwekerij uit 28? Boogschutter,
Christi is er niet.

Wat bedoelt u?

Die varkensbedrijven zijn
weg, man. Ze zijn weg.

Wat zeg je tegen mij?

Die hele plaats is ontwikkeld.
Het zijn condos en golfbanen.

Serieus?

- Ruiney.
- Hallo jongens!

Oké, we hebben een visuele bevestiging

dat Christi nog steeds leeft

van een live feed dat hij is
uitzendingen op internet.

Klootzak. U
hebben mannen daar een spoor van gekregen?

Geen tijd voor een spoor,
Gezagvoerder! Wat zie je?

Het is moeilijk om te zeggen. Ik snap het ...

Ik zie marmeren muren.
Ik zie plaques.

- Er zijn veel plaques
- O mijn God. Ruiney, waar is hij begraven?

Waar is zijn vader begraven?
- Oké, het is de verantwoordelijkheid van de staat

om de behoeftigen te begraven
in een openbaar kerkhof.

Dus waar is het dichtstbijzijnde openbare kerkhof?

Openbare mortuaria. Wij hebben
St. Catherine's, St. Joseph's.

Holy shit. Boogschutter,
Sacred Heart Mausoleum.

Dat is het.

Het komt samen.

Hij wil ons daar, Ruiney.

Alleen moeten we zijn tijdlijn verslaan.

Dat is hoe hij de Reverend Green kende.

- Hoe ver weg is SWAT?
- Ongeveer 20 minuten uit.

Dus alsjeblieft, vertel me alsjeblieft
dat jullie dichterbij zijn!

We zijn er om zeven uur.

Ik wil nu al mijn eenheden op die locatie.

Nu! Gaan! Gaan! Gaan!

Laten we praten.

Kom op, Christi.

Heb je dit nog niet uitgevonden?

Waarom de ... Waarom het spel?
Waarom het galgje?

Ik weet het niet. Deze zat gewoon een beetje bij me.

And also, there's a slight
thrill in being in control.

You know, it's an
exhilarating feeling, you know,

being able to tell who lives and who dies.

And that justifies
killing innocent people?

You should really feel privileged

because I'm about to give
you a double value letter.

Wait. Wait.

I have more questions.

Why do you redress the-the people?

If you just kill them,
why do you redress them?

I used to work nights
in a department store.

I used to dress the mannequins.

They had to be perfect.

And I was in control.

S-So it's all about control.

And I get that. I get that.

Something happened to you in your past,

and you want to make it right.

You think you understand?

You think you understand?

You don't know shit!

You people don't know anything!

You want to see control?!
You want to see control?!

I mean, I'll flick the switch
now. I don't have to wait!

Ten fifty-eight. Two minutes.

I don't need that. You want to see control?

- Watch...
- Fuck you!

If you're gonna kill me, just
kill me! Just do it already!

Now that's the spirit.

Yeah. We're just waiting
for one more player.

Can you feel it?

Huh?

One minute to go.

He's not coming to save you.

I always thought journalists
smelled like pig shit.

Your time is up.

Jimmy! Jimmy! Jimmy! It's Archer!

Oh, oh, Jimmy. No, no, no.

Just hold it, hold it a second.

It's me.

Don't, Detective.

Let's just talk for a
minute. You and I, Jimmy.

I remember the last time I saw you.

You were just up to here.

Just a little boy.

About five or six years old.

I was a cop. I was doing my job.

Is that your daddy?

When that day was over...

I washed my hands of you.

I did. I know I did.

And I know now that was a mistake.

It was a tragic mistake.

Jimmy, I remember those little eyes

looking at me as if...

I was the one who killed
your father. But I didn't.

I didn't do it.

He hung himself.

I was there, Jimmy.

I was there witnessing that trauma

that changed your whole life.

Don't you patronize me.

Oh, come on now. You don't need to do it.

- I'm not gonna do anything!
- Don't you take another step!

What am I gonna do to you? You tell me.

I left you, Jimmy. I know.

And I forgot whatever
happened to that little boy.

You want to know what happened
to that little boy Jimmy?

After losing my father and that house

I went through years of brutal pain.

Pain that you could only read about
in your stupid fuckin' police files.

But you got no idea, do you? No idea.

If I'd have done something,
if I had followed through,

if I had inquired even about
how you were you doing, it was...

- It would've been different, I'm sure...
- You know what, fuck you!

I've achieved heights of greatness

that flatfoots like you only dream of.

And you know what? You know
who's to thank, Detective?

You know who kept me going through
all those years of abuse and neglect?

You know who that was?

It's you, Detective Archer. It's you.

I could've helped you. I know
that deep inside my heart.

Let me take this young woman's place.

Don't.

I was too damn callous.

I had no empathy.

And that is unforgiveable.

I'm not asking for forgiveness. All
I'm asking you to do for me now...

let this woman go.

Do you really need her when you want me?

That's why this whole game
has taken place, because of me.

Don't you mind-fuck me!

I'm not doing that
at all. Listen to me.

Let's be fair. I'll stand
in her place right now.

Don't do it, Jimmy.

Let's take her down and away.

Should she die for what I did?

- No, no, no. Jimmy, don't.
- Hey!

- You got her?!
- I got her.

Ahh!

Ruiney!

Ruiney!

Archer!

Archer. Hey.

Archer, hey.

Hey, hang in there. Hey...

It's over.

The game is over.

Yeah, it's over. We got him.

I was...

the "I."

What?

Evict...

Evictionem.

I was... the "I."

No. Archer? Archer?

Archer!

Honor!

Ready!

Haven!

Trekken!

Klaar!

Brand!

Doel! Brand!

Doel!

Brand!

Omhoog en...

Hallo meneer.

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